Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Crime,
MDC,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.